The Lost Shipyard (part two)

Two unmoving bundles lay on the pile of bones; the clicking sounds made by dozens of mandibles was the only sound in the darkness. Fresh meat, warm and tender, they could smell it, taste it even. The bigger spiders held the smaller ones at bay; they too were consumed by the need to feed. However, they had been told to wait.

A small movement on one of the bundles, just a bump really, something barely noticeable. Slowly the ice webbing parted; it was such a tiny area that none of the waiting predators noticed. A smooth nose poked through the opening, it pushed and prodded before becoming an entire head. A moment later, a tiny six-inch gecko-like creature crawled out.

The smell of a new morsel, even such a tiny one, was enough to ignite the hunger of the smaller spiders in the rear, and they surged forward.

The gecko stood on his hind legs, taking in his surroundings and chittering loudly in the darkness. He ignored the creatures closing in.

[Fear the King]